Great revolutionary, military strategist, statesman, dear Prime Minister Comrade Lomanov. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info died of a cerebral hemorrhage at 23 o'clock on May 1 and died in his bedroom at the age of 64.

-- From the Soviet newspaper Pravda

It is clear that Lomanov's "death" is a major event for the entire coalition army. The new leader must be elected immediately. The funeral must also be arranged immediately. These two things are more important than secretly investigating the real cause of Lomanov's death.

Moscow at the beginning of May was neither cloudy nor sunny. No one in the square, except me, came to the funeral with hatred.

Lomanov is a symbol. On the day of his adoptive father's death, Lomanov is a symbol of the "new 1905" era in the Soviet Union: a symbol of wits and courage in the heart of the enemy.

After all...... In their view, it was Lomano who redeveloped the Soviet Union from colonial rule under Borodin's government into a superpower.

Not to mention other countries. Of all the allied countries, China is the only one who dares to claim that it had "succeeded in the revolution and got rid of its oppressed position without the kind help of Comrade Lomanov."

This is what I hate about him the most: even after killing Lomanov, watching him personally pierce his own lung lobe with the gold pen given to him by his adoptive father, and endure ten minutes of pain before dying......

But today, now, I still have to stand on the palace wall in full dress, make a very sad look, and accompany Daxia, who is crying in a black veil, to see him off.

In the early morning of May 3, 300,000 Soviet citizens gathered on Red Square around Lomanov's statue holding a globe, the day of Lomanov's funeral and the Kremlin's announcement of the new Soviet prime minister.

The reason for the day is said to be to give the people time to see off the leader.

A lot of people have been waiting on Red Square since last night. Even if the night in Moscow can make people cold, they still wait willingly.

Reason...... Just to show their respect and remembrance of Comrade Lomanov.

It's just ...... Esteemed...... and remembrance.

At half past ten in the morning, with the whimper of a trombone, the side doors of the Kremlin's northern wing slowly opened. Loaded with guns and solemn faces, the Kremlin guards slowly paced out. They formed six neat phalanxes to guard the coffin of Lomanov, which followed closely behind.

The crowd in the square squirmed, and everyone tried to move forward in order to get a better view of the coffin draped in the bright red flag.

As the concierge team passed, the figure that everyone was looking forward to finally slowly appeared. In the first position on the right front of the coffin bearer, Mosvenck, with a stern-faced face, walked slowly in the generalissimo's military uniform worn by Comrade Stalin and his adoptive father.

"Ah, it's Uncle Mosvenk!" Daxia finally stopped his tears and exclaimed softly in surprise, "Father...... Is it he who is specified? ”

Speaking of which, it was under the wise command of Field Marshal Mosvenck that the coalition army, which was once thought to be "dragged down again by the global mobilization order after falling into a protracted war", changed from "fighting alone" to "supporting from all sides", and from a comprehensive defense after the intervention of the Allied countries to a full-scale counteroffensive, and finally won the victory in World War III.

To put it bluntly, after the Allies passed the general mobilization order and Yuri restricted his adoptive father's powers, the coalition forces remained in a smooth situation, which was inseparable from the efforts of Marshal Mosvenk.

Generalissimo Mosvenck was only thirty-nine years old, but no one cared. Lomanov was only thirty-six years old when he became prime minister of the Soviet Union, compared to Generalissimo Mosvenk.

According to the procedure, the procession escorting the coffin was to walk around the Kremlin on foot, and the burial ceremony was held in the cemetery outside the palace walls.

Since Comrade Lenin, all those who have been eligible to enter the funeral procession of the prime minister of the Soviet Union have been the top echelons of the Soviet Union - with the exception of Comrade Stalin. In order to express the theme of "world unity under the banner of communism", Comrade Gelnianka arranged for the representatives of the three old allied countries and the three former allied countries to carry his coffin.

Among the coffin bearers, I noticed the figure of Marshal Sophia, the chairman of the Security Committee. Interesting, at the end of last year he was only the commander of the front, and today he is already the head of the Security Committee.

In this funeral, Marshal Sophia's identity should still be the person in charge of security work.

I noticed that Marshal Sophia walked in the procession with a blank face, looking at the people with a cold gaze on their faces with sorrow. It seems that she did not have a trace of grief for the death of Lomanov.

The opposite is true. It seemed to me as if this day had been too long for her.

I remembered yesterday's meeting with Marshal Sophia, and the most thrilling and most important thing about the whole plan was the deal.

- "Mark? What are you doing here? "When I pushed open the door to Sophia's office, the latter was reading a file. Seeing that it was me, she hurriedly put the file away.

"Don't call me Mark......" I said with a wry smile, "I'm here to get down to business, Honorable Third Director of the Security Council, Marshal Sophia. ”

"Debriefing? That's interesting," Marshal Sophia said with a smile as he picked up the coffee cup in front of him, took a sip of his coffee, "then, dear Storm Team Commander, Major General Makjebka, what do you want to report to me?" ”

"Wait a minute, is there a tape recorder?" I asked for no reason. I don't need to ask about this, Sophia's emotions tell me the answer.

Sophia nodded honestly, crouched down and turned off something, looked up and said to me, "There is no tape recorder now." Go ahead. ”

"Good. I want to say...... "I held on to the edge of the table," it was I who killed Lomanov. ”

The air suddenly became quiet, as if anyone who broke it would be dragged out and shot. After a while, the tabletop pendulum clock for the 20th anniversary of the second National Day on the table and the floor clock on the wall struck eight times at the same time.

"Comrade Mark...... You have such a good sense of humor," Sophia replied with a dry smile, "then again, the death of Comrade Lomanov is still a state secret, how did you ......"

"Yes. At this moment, all the people in the Kremlin last night, even Comrade Felden and Dasha, are under 'special protection'. Therefore, all those who do not have the authority but know that Lomanov died are murderers, right? ”

A smile froze on Sophia's face. Her hand slowly reached for the drawer and grabbed the pistol.

"Don't waste your efforts. Even if I die, you will die before me! Seeing through Sophia's thoughts, a hint of coldness flashed in my eyes, "And you can't die now, especially with me, can you?" ”

Sophia hesitated. Looking at her confused expression, I finally understood why she persuaded Marshal Mosvenck to "indiscriminately shell" the Kremlin when Lomanov was kidnapped.

"yes...... It's going to be successful......" From this muttering of Marshal Sophia, I heard a burst of relief that I had never felt before.

"I'm your accomplice in this matter, am I?" I looked at Sophia and continued, "In time, can you guarantee that Marshal Mosvenck will be prime minister?" Lomanov's secret warrant for me, you know. Once in his way, my today will be Marshal Mosvenck's tomorrow! ”

Even if Lomanov is a man of high character, as long as he gets in the way, it is an obstacle that the sooner he dies, the better. The so-called remembrance of great men can only exist in the hearts of ordinary people.

It's ironic. Those who remember the deceased are excluded from the queue, but those who are happy in their hearts have the right to attend the funeral of the deceased.

Sophia's gaze wandered and drifted, finally freezing in the ethereal air, and I could hear her heart surging at the moment.

When she first came into contact with Mosvenk, Sophia was still a staff officer of a military academy who had just graduated, and her only advantage was that she knew some information technology, and she was on the mission of a KGB agent, so she had no chance to contact the core of the coalition forces.

Seventeen years have passed, and Sophia is already the director of the Third Bureau of the Security Committee, in charge of the security of the central leaders. At most, in a month, Generalissimo Mosvenk would take over as Prime Minister of the Soviet Union. By then, who will be the chairman of the safety committee? Undoubtedly, it was Marshal Sophia.

"The Safety Committee...... Chairman? Sophia smiled bitterly, "Many people may not be able to reach this high position in their lifetime......"

"And you don't need to be scared every day," I added, "because at the top of the Soviet Union was Generalissimo Mosvenk." ”

"But here's the problem," Sophia added, frowning, with one hand over her head, as the department responsible for the security of officials in the Soviet Union and even in the Soviet Union...... Lomanov was assassinated...... I'm going to have a hard time doing it......"

"And what if the murderer is in the Kremlin, someone close to Lomanov?" I smiled and asked, "It seems that so far, you haven't asked me who my accomplice is, right?" ”

I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote the name "Felden von Eric" on it. That's right, it's Colonel Felden.

"If the murderer is the head of the Kremlin Ministry, then you shouldn't be responsible, right?" I continued to sneer "kindly" and asked, "Not only that, but you can change the entire Kremlin people." ”

"Okay......" Sophia looked up, a hint of wolf twinkle in her eyes, "one last question." If...... The one I choose to extinguish is your word...... What should you do? ”

"Do you dare?" I continued to smile kindly, "Don't even dare to say that the prime minister was assassinated, and you would dare to arrest the commander of the storm team for the crime of 'murdering the country'?" If you don't send me to a public trial, I can accompany Comrade Jin Yanbai to the hot springs at the Mt. Kumgang Resort Hotel at any time; If I were to be put on public trial, something would have been shaken to the whole world...... I want to see who suffers. ”

After fifteen minutes of silence, Marshal Sophia finally lowered his head. After a long time, a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"It's like Generalissimo Viladimore," she smiled, clapping her hands in admiration, "your plan of action...... It's really meticulous......"

"Nice cooperation, Marshal Sofia. It is hoped that Marshal Mosvenck is not only a good leader, but also a leader of integrity. "Before saying goodbye, I suddenly thought about it and immediately turned my head. Remind Sophia.

Rest assured," Sophia regained her usual calm and played a game of spinning the pen, "I will remind the commander-in-chief, oh no, Comrade Prime Minister." ”

Before leaving, I paid attention to the life signals in my room. As I expected, Sophia brought a brazier. All the files that had just been spread out on the table were burned. ――

Just as Sophia was full of ambition and I was immersed in my memories, the funeral procession had bypassed Red Square and was heading outside the Kremlin's northern walls. The wide street had long been blocked off by heavily armed soldiers, and crowds crowded the streets to guard Lomanov's coffin.

Anyway, Lomanov, what happened between me and you, and what happened between you and your adoptive father...... It's all over. It is not me who betrays you, but the entire communist world.

And also...... I'll protect Daxia.